Word to the wise, kid: don't just go blithely reaching your hand into that bag with the razor blades in it.
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Good mail from Hot Whiskey and Ryan Murphy.
Just discovered where I stashed all those books I bought last month. Fernando Pessoa has been hiding under my sofa.
Going to work on a new Big Game chapbook this weekend. I'm also coming up to NYC on Sunday for businessy goodness on Monday. I am going to hit the bookstores. And hopefully eat guacamole. Mmm.
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I no longer know what to do about NPR. The bumps on the morning news get weirder and weirder. I just heard "Setting Sun" by the Chemical Bros. Aren't NPR's bumps supposed to be all classical music and noodly jazz?
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Best costumes: a 10 year old kid with a ridiculously outre "Blade" costume; a long-suffering four year old whose parents had dressed him up as an airplane (a ridiculous cardboard, silver-spray painted getup).
Made a teenage girl's night by correctly identifying her as Ariel, the little mermaid (how many other red haired, blue-green tailed mermaids d'ya know?) I too know the sorrow of the kid with the unidentifiable costume: I once went as a totem pole in a meticulously researched costume only to be called a candy bar, and most mortifyingly, "Gumby." Whatevs.
Funniest kid: chubby little girl with tiny fuzzy wings strapped to her back and pipe cleaner antennae who walked straight up to me, and deadpanned, "I'm a butterfly." "And you're beee-yoot-iful!" I said back.
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I did sort of flip out at work around 5 p.m. and now I feel like an idiot. Casualties: a broken plastic "outbox" tray and some annoyed paralegals. Oh well.
Today I realized why my bathroom is always so cold -- and why I occasionally find leaves in it. There's a four-inch gap between the top window pane and the window frame. Like four inches of plain old open-to-the-air-space. I fixed this by pushing the window pane back up and then locking it into place with the bottom frame.
I have been living here for over a year and never noticed. Mark often comments on my inability to notice things I am not already prepared to notice. Like angry clowns in the park or people with horrible disabilities.
Today I am hoping to leave work early enough to get home and give out candy to the thousands of tiny children that litter my neighborhood. I carved two pumpkins to adorn my stoop, so that my house will be properly marked as a place of candified goodness.
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There's nothing particularly wrong. I just feel cringy. Perhaps I'll spend some time under my desk, being secretive.
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Then you should come out to the Burlesque Poetry Hour tonight at 8. All of those things will be present and accounted for.
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Now, alack, I must go to work.
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